Forgotten (Percy Jackson)

Chapter 2 ↬ The Boy Who Has No Past

Percy was feeling a lot cleaner by the time he was informed it was time to go to the Great Hall for dinner. He immediately stood out in the crowd of Hogwarts students like a sore thumb, stares being directed at him from every direction.

He saw Draco and a smile lit up his face. He made his way over to where Draco was sitting, and he could see the blonde facepalming as he climbed into the seat next to the Jason look-alike.

"What are you doing Jackson?" Draco hissed, and Percy felt mildly offended.

"Sitting with my friend." The people around Percy pretty much choked on their food and Percy frowned before smirking. "Not the friendly type?"

"Oh shove off Jackson." Percy raised an eyebrow, not used to the British phrases and also quite amused by his new friend.

"You're a Slytherin right?" Draco nodded. "Well then, introduce me to your friends!"

Draco sighed, rubbing his temples before pointing to a dark skinned boy sitting on the other side of him. "This is Blaise."

Blaise gave him a respectful nod before turning back to his food.

Draco pointed to the girl across from him.

"Pansy." Pansy smiled at Percy, waving at him. Percy smiled back, glad to have found someone who was nice enough.

"I know how you must be feeling, don't worry, Draco isn't all snarkiness. On the inside, he's really just a fuzzy little ferret."

Draco growled, and Percy laughed at the remark that Pansy had just made. "I told you not to call me that!"

"Oh my gods, there's a backstory to this isn't there?" Percy exclaimed, excited to hear it.

Pansy smirked at the blonde. "Yup. So, in fourth year, we had this DADA teacher named Professor Moody. He was, well, moody. So, when Draco and Potter got into a fight, Draco-"

"Excuse me students, I would like to make an announcement." Pansy was cut off by Dumbledore, who received a cold glare from the girl for interrupting one of her favorite stories.

"Today we welcome a new student into our halls, and we expect you to treat him like you would treat anyone else. With respect and kindness. His name is Percy Jackson."

Dumbledore motioned to Percy and Percy stood up awkwardly, waving as all the students in the hall seemed to give him death glares. "Umm, hi, my name's Percy." Percy was never good with introductions.

Whispers shot through the hall and it took all of Percy's will power not to roll his eyes.

He made a silent bet with himself, betting that there would be at least 8 rumors about him flying through the school by the morning.

Dumbledore motioned for him to step up to the teachers and he did so, walking through the rows of students who analyzed the way he walked down to the way he played with Riptide.

An old lady wearing glasses whose name was Minerva set a stool on the floor before him, holding a clearly unsanitary hat in her hands. "You're putting that on my head?"

She nodded and Percy grimaced. The world of witchcraft and wizardry was really weird.

He reluctantly sat on the stool, which by the way was extremely awkward considering he was way too big for it and his knees were almost reaching up to his head.

And then, something even weirder happened.

The hat talked to him.

It talked to him!